With my trip home for Mark and Erin's wedding, I just put the 1,000th gallon of gas in my Escort. Yay for anal recordkeeping. And, I am about to put my 30,000th mile on it since I bought it; probably this coming weekend. And this weekend is great for other things, too, hehe. I won't really miss being 23, though. 24 doesn't sound any older, unlike the jump to 23. Once you're already out of school working, there's not much to worry about.
Until 25. That's ancient.
Spending a weekend with college students at Windermere makes you think about ages. Thank goodness for grad students counting; I'm only in the middle of the pack!
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